Chapter Fifteen – Noelle
Turns out, being knotted isn’t quite comparable to being fucked.
No, having a knot in you is both like and unlike regular sex.
It’s more—so much more. More sensation, more everything.
The moment Matteo’s cock swells and locks us together, it’s an overload.
My brain instantly fries, and I become someone else.
A desperate, needy omega who can’t think straight to save her life.
The pressure inside is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. You might think it’s uncomfortable, but it’s the opposite. It’s like I can finally breathe a deep sigh of relaxation, as if this was always where I was meant to wind up. Here, with them, full of their knots.
Omegas were made to take a knot. I guess we crave them subconsciously, even when we aren’t in heat.
And with that knot? Oh, with that knot, sex turns into a different sort of game.
Every thrust on Matteo’s part, every time he moves inside me, his knotted cock hits me in all the right ways.
I can’t keep quiet, can’t bottle it up inside, so I make my pleasure known.
I moan and sigh, my body pushed to new heights thanks to that wonderful knot.
I never want him to pull out. I never want this moment to end.
Matteo, my Matteo, stares down at me with half-lidded green eyes full of hunger and lust. He holds himself above me, his pace hard and fast, watching as his knot makes me unravel every which way.
The more orgasms I have, the better it feels.
It’s a cycle, a circle: the knot leads to orgasms, and the orgasms lead to everything feeling even better, which in turn leads to more orgasms, and so on and so forth.
It’s amazing. It’s the kind of pleasure omegas can only dream about until they find their pack.
I lose track of how many times I come, but I’m well aware that each alpha on the bed is totally enraptured by me and the sounds I make.
Matteo groans when he comes, pumping his knot deep into my core as he lets loose wave after wave of cum.
The alpha above me is all I can see, my entire world right now.
“Fuck,” Matteo whispers, head bent above me as he keeps thrusting, his knot nowhere near deflated, “you take me so well, Noelle. Your body was made for this knot.” His praise and his dirty talk fill the air, and I let my eyelids flutter shut as I give him everything, as I surrender to the inevitability that is my alpha.
I don’t know how many more times Matteo comes before he’s satisfied, before he collapses and rolls us both onto our sides, his cock still caught in my core, nor do I know how many times I come.
It’s a haze of bliss and happiness, and if it’s anything like a heat, I can imagine how tired the four of us will be after days of straight sex.
Seriously, a heat’s like a marathon when it comes to sex.
Or a triathlon? Honestly, I don’t know what the difference is, but a heat turns everything up way past ten, for all of us.
My pheromones will go crazy and ignite a primal hunger in the guys.
Their inner alphas will be able to sniff me out and instantly get turned on.
They’ll get lost in the haze just like me, willing and eager to do everything I want to do, any position I want.
Constant sex is the only way to make a heat bearable—if we’re not full of cock, we’re told, we’ll be in pain.
It’s why some packless omegas go to heat clinics, or even apply for a temporary pack if they’re too shy for a one-heat stand.
Sure, some omegas can probably handle things on their own, but they have to be strong-willed, able to take the pain.
I’m not one of them, and thank goodness I don’t have to worry about any of that stuff anymore, now that I have Matteo, Felix, and Nico.
I lay on my side, in Matteo’s arms, his knotted cock still locking us together. The alpha’s strong arms keep a firm hold on me against his chest, and I snuggle into him as I relish the feeling of his knot inside me.
A cozy, warm feeling rises in me, starting in my belly and working its way up until I’m completely swallowed up by it. That feeling lures me, pulling in toward a deep, dreamless sleep, and though I want to have Felix and Nico again—I want their knots desperately—I can’t resist the pull.
I fall asleep, and my world turns black.
Sometime in the night, Matteo’s knot dissipated, and he was able to pull himself out of me, because when I wake the next morning, I find all three of them are gone.
It’s just me in the bed—the bed that now smells like a mixture of the four of us.
Though I’m still half-asleep, I manage to roll over and bury my nose in the fitted sheet, and I inhale their scents.
I don’t get up right away. I’m still tired after last night. I honestly have no idea how long we went at it, but it had to be for hours. Matteo sure has some stamina, not that I thought the alpha wouldn’t. Still, it’s good to know what I’m in for when it comes to these three guys.
Liking them from afar sucked. Why did I do my damnedest to ignore them all those years?
Collectively we wasted so much time. We could have been a pack for almost three years, could have found us a house and made me a perfect nesting room.
Now… well, we have time to find a house and make sure everything is suitable, but depending on how long things take, it might be tight.
I wonder what it’ll be like when we have our own place.
How often will Miranda come visit? Will she be too grossed out to be in a house that smells like her best friend and her brothers?
What about my parents? I would hope they’ll get over being upset at this whole Christmas thing quickly and be happy that their only child has found her forever pack, a pack with a freaking scent match.
A scent match. I know. It’s something out of a fairy tale.
It’s not something we learn too much about at school, simply because of how rare they are these days.
Some people go their whole lives without ever meeting their true scent match, though I’ve heard rumors that sometimes an omega can have more than one.
Wouldn’t that be crazy? More than one scent match. With how insane Matteo makes me feel, I can’t imagine having more than one soul-tying scent match pulling at me at the same time.
I don’t know how long I lay there in bed, relishing in the hodgepodge of scents lining the sheets, but it has to be a while. I’m more awake when someone knocks on the door, and I roll over, sitting up and pulling the comforter over my chest. I’m still very much naked under here.
“Come in,” I say, and seconds later an alpha pokes his head through once he opens the door—Felix.
He gives me a warm smile as he enters, carrying a tray of food.
He sets it above my lap, allowing me to see the chocolate chip pancakes on the plate and the whipped cream smiley face resting on the very top pancake.
“Breakfast in bed.” I grin up at him. “Thank you so much.”
“I’ve been instructed to tell you it was a joint effort,” he says with a grin, and then he leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Last night was amazing.”
Even though it’s silly, I find myself blushing all the same.
He doesn’t seem upset that he and Nico didn’t get a chance to knot me.
Being knotted by Matteo had pulled out all of my energy.
I don’t think I could’ve stayed awake longer if I tried to, and at the time, I didn’t even attempt it.
Having orgasm after orgasm was more tiring than you’d think it’d be.
“Yeah,” I agree with him in a hushed whisper, “it was. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to sleep without you guys now.”
He smooths down my hair, which is surely a mess after everything. “Hopefully you won’t have to.” He gives me another kiss, this time on the neck, before he leaves me to my breakfast.
Breakfast in bed. It’s not something I ever had before, and I can’t lie: it’s nice.
The warm pancakes, the melting whipped cream, the gooey chocolate chips inside.
It’s full of sugar, yes, but it’s exactly what my body needs after everything the four of us got up to last night.
I devour the pancakes, practically inhaling them.
I set the now-empty tray aside and get up.
I grab some clothes and get ready for the day.
My routine involves a long shower where I scrub myself extra good—for Miranda’s sake.
Don’t want to make my best friend nauseous by smelling too much of her brothers.
I don’t have siblings, but I imagine if I did, it’d bother me.
Then again, she’s kind of the whole reason this is happening now to begin with. She didn’t tell her brothers I’d be here, and she kept them coming a secret from me. She has no right to be icked out by any of it. This wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for her.
Once I’m ready for the day, I bring the empty tray downstairs into the kitchen and eventually find Miranda in the living room, painting her nails red and green. “Have fun last night?” she asks with a single risen brow, and based on the tone of her voice, she already knows the answer.
I blush. “Did you hear? Sorry—”
“Thankfully I didn’t hear much, and while I was hearing it, I just imagined there was a robber breaking into the house and beating your four fools senseless.” She shrugs. “Want me to do your nails next?”
“Sure.” She tosses me a nail file so I can shape them and get them ready for her, and as I do so, I ask, “Any word from your parents?”